Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.